• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Rat - Dead Confederate
• The Rat - Walkmen
• The Rat - All Boro Kings

Shoot from the back,
take good aim,
Make sure I'm dead
Bang Bang
'Cause I'm a rat
there's no mistake
Under the bed
where you sleep
Crush the skull
make me tame
Sweep it up
Hide it away
No morals shown
in no way explained
Stupid human
Shit for brains
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the days
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Throw your judgements
across the breeze
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
You live inside
your Jesus dream
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Get some sleep
or lie in wait
Until the day
I run away
Forget the corpse
present the case
to bring me down
and lose your words
I'll follow you
into the grave
and at the gates
I see the passing say,
"The judge be judged,
and all the rich be saved."
I throw my curse
all across your days
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the days
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Throw your judgements
across the breeze
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
You live inside
your Jesus dream
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the days
Throw your judgements
across the breeze
Watch them float off
to never be saved
You live inside

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me, I'm bleeding on the wall?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?
When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall?

only see what you wanna see
You're always out for self and never out for me
Given you the chance time and time again
for you to come clean but you'll never understand
Whoa
I'm rollin' on, I'm rollin' on
Whoa
I'm rollin' on, I'm rollin' on
Before you see me then I'm gone
It's like this, it's like that
Said a rat is rat so you better watch your back
Come baby, come baby, let's get it on
Back to the front, beginning of the end
Trust is a word that you'll never comprehend
Stabbed in the back and taken for a ride
No one left to turn to, no one's on your side